It was great. Thank you for asking.
Mike came to visit. He lost fifty cents trying to buy a copy of Swingers in San Diego.
We all went to Kansas City BBQ. We also went to a bar in Carlsbad that had almost as many security guys as patrons.
Lester sang many songs. We burned many CDs. I did yoga. Mark took me out to brunch at the Potato Shack.
We talked about wooing and the woo and the concept of the woo. What you you all think of these things?
I wrote some poems. I recieved thoughtful and wonderful gifts.
3 comments:
A very fine birthday poem, Ray. The dee-aar part (my apologies for the paraphrase) is especially original in its reference to the local animal population--shocking, even, in its frankness.
Happy Birthday!
Woo! Wooo! Wooooo!
HOWEVER:
Yuck, what a conservative celebration! No fires.
No fights. No firefights.
karen weiser's forthcoming poetry manuscript has something to do with woo. i think it might even be called "pitching woo." i'll put you in touch with her in yr curious...
t.
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